SMUT WARNING || NSFW
In the midst of college life, Jade Holland discovers her father's betrayal, sending her world into chaos. Determined to reclaim her power, she finds herself entangled with a star player on her father's lacrosse team, igniting a...
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Garrison
I woke up with a headache that could've knocked me out all over again. The light streaming through my window felt like a personal attack, and I groaned, rubbing my temples. Last night had definitely gotten out of hand. I rolled out of bed, still in yesterday's clothes, and made my way downstairs, hoping I'd find something to drink that might fix this hangover.
The kitchen was already wide awake with Jackson, Sam, and John, all looking half-dead themselves as they picked up beer cans and cleared up the mess from the night before. A jug of orange juice sat in the middle of the table, and they each had a glass, sipping while they talked.
"Morning, sunshine," Jackson greeted me, giving a grin. "Rough night?"
I grabbed the orange juice jug, poured myself a glass, and sank into a chair. "You could say that." I took a sip, letting the cold juice do its work. "Crazy night, huh?"
"Oh, it was wild, man," Sam said, laughing as he wiped down a sticky patch on the table. "People were still hanging around at, like, four in the morning. Pretty sure I saw someone passed out on the lawn when I finally went to bed."
John chuckled, shaking his head. "And you were pretty busy yourself, Garrison. Got cozy with someone, didn't you?"
I squinted, flashes from last night coming back to me. I definitely remembered making out with someone, but the details were hazy. "Yeah... barely."
"So, who's the mystery girl?" Jackson asked, smirking. "Are we getting details, or are you keeping it a secret?"
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I mean... I don't know I was pretty drunk last night." But even as I said it, I could feel the memory nagging at me—her face, the way she looked at me, something about her I couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it was enough to leave me wondering.
Just as I finished speaking, all of our phones buzzed simultaneously. We all froze, looking at each other with the same sinking feeling. The only reason we'd all get a message at the exact same time was if something had been sent to the team group chat.
Jackson groaned, dropping his head back. "No fucking way, dude. Not today. It's Saturday."
John grabbed his phone, reading the message first. He let out an audible groan. "No way, man. Coach wants us at the field in an hour. You have to be shitting me."
I rolled my eyes, a fresh wave of irritation building. An hour? My head was still pounding, and the last thing I wanted was to drag myself out to the field for some last-minute practice. The guys all grumbled, each of us eyeing our phones with total disdain.
"Of all days," Sam muttered, rubbing his face. "We finally have a day off, and he pulls this."
"Are we really surprised" I groan, nursing the rest of my orange juice. I was definitely hungover, and the thought of Coach's intense, no-nonsense attitude in this state made my stomach churn.
